Chapter 16: You Were Born to Be My Subject

Rather than a kiss, it was more like plundering.

He greedily swept through every inch of breath in her mouth, even deliberately biting her tongue tip, sucking the seeping blood.

“Ng!” Qin Hongyi’s eyes widened.

As blood and saliva exchanged, something absurd happened.

Gu Chen’s originally alarmingly hot body temperature actually cooled at a visible speed.

Those ferocious red patterns rapidly faded, the vertical pupils in his eyes began to dissipate, restoring to human black.

The violent ferocity on him, upon contact with Qin Hongyi’s scent, was like a cat with smoothed fur, instantly becoming docile, attached.

Gu Chen no longer suppressed, his whole body softening, directly lying in Qin Hongyi’s arms.

His face buried in Qin Hongyi’s neck, nose tip intimately rubbing her skin, throat even emitting a purring sound like a cat kneading.

That satisfaction was simply overflowing.

Time froze.

Only their intertwined breaths remained, and the distant sound of Ghost Hand swallowing saliva.

“Miraculous, truly damn miraculous.”

“Ghost Hand poked half his head out from under the table, watching the scene with sparkling eyes, his expression like someone shipping the ultimate CP.”

“Biological key! This is the legendary biological key!”

Ghost Hand excitedly crawled up from the ground, scrambling over, completely forgetting the earlier near-death fear, “Qin girl! You’re the universal charger!”

Qin Hongyi pushed the dead weight on her, didn’t budge.

She panted heavily, touched her swollen stinging lips, eyes extremely complex: “Old thing, speak human, or I’ll blast you.”

“The core difficulty of the Eden Project is gene rampage.”

Ghost Hand danced, saliva flying, “This body at design inception, must have implanted some submission command targeting specific gene sequences! Like bee swarms obeying the queen, wolf packs obeying the alpha!”

Ghost Hand pointed at Qin Hongyi with trembling finger: “Your genes, or rather your blood, bodily fluids, are the only sedative calming this monster!”

“As long as you’re here, he’s the sharpest blade. Without you, he’s a nuke that could self-detonate anytime!”

Qin Hongyi was stunned.

Human sedative?

She lowered her head, looking at Gu Chen in her arms.

Gu Chen now seemed to regain some sanity, but not fully awake.

He was like in an absurd dream, dazedly opening his eyes.

Into view was Qin Hongyi’s enlarged face, with blood marks and extremely weird expression.

Looking down again.

He was wrapped around Qin Hongyi like an octopus, not only straddling her waist, hands tightly hugging her neck, mouth even lingering with Qin Hongyi’s damn lipstick taste…

Worst was, his body actually produced shameful pleasure and dependency from this contact.

As long as close to Qin Hongyi, felt safe, comfortable, wanted to sleep.

“…”

Gu Chen’s brain crashed on the spot.

Three seconds later, reboot successful.

Shame erupted like a tsunami, instantly drowning Gu Chen’s last dignity as the capital prince.

“Holy… shit…”

Gu Chen released like electrocuted, fumbling to climb off Qin Hongyi.

But actions too hasty, plus overexertion, knees buckled, whole person falling back.

Coincidentally, face buried straight into Qin Hongyi’s tugged-open shirt collar.

A patch of warmth.

Even bounced Q-ly twice.

Air solidified.

Qin Hongyi: “…”

Gu Chen: “…”

Done.

No need for Qin Mu to act, he wanted to dig a pit and bury himself.

The pungent formaldehyde smell in the air couldn’t suppress that toe-curling, floor-scratching awkwardness enough to dig a fairy castle.

Gu Chen lay in Qin Hongyi’s arms like that, stiff as a freshly unearthed terracotta warrior.

Worst was this useless body, now like an unweaned cub craving the other’s warmth, refusing to let go.

Social death.

This was absolutely the darkest moment in Gu Chen’s thirty-year life.

None other.

Qin Hongyi’s voice floated down from above, with still-unsettled pants, and schadenfreude teasing.

“Young Master Gu, how long you gonna cling? Need me to burp you, coax a nap?”

Gu Chen bounced like electrocuted.

This time he wised up, fumbling to grab the nearby surgical table edge for leverage, forcibly tearing himself off Qin Hongyi.

Actions clumsy.

“Earlier…”

Gu Chen back to Qin Hongyi, raised hand fiercely wiping lips, “That was tactical. Understand? T-9 agent side effects caused temperature imbalance, I was doing… efficient heat exchange physical cooling.”

“Pfft.”

Behind came two stifled laughs.

One Qin Hongyi’s, the other from that death-seeking Ghost Hand.

Gu Chen’s temple veins bulged, blood pressure soaring.

“Physical cooling?”

Qin Hongyi stood, methodically fixing her tugged collar, eyes playfully scanning Gu Chen’s blood-drippingly red face, “Young Master Gu’s cooling method quite unique, gotta stick tongue? That’s your radiator?”

“Shut up.” Gu Chen gritted teeth, turning to glare.

But he obviously underestimated this body’s current lethality.

Those peach blossom eyes watery from shame and anger, with rubbed-red mouth corners, this glare not only lacked deterrence, but carried dissatisfied coquetry.

Pure desire ceiling, well-deserved.

Qin Hongyi’s breath hitched, eyes darkening.

“Enough, stop acting chaste martyr here.”

She stepped closer, aura full, forcing Gu Chen back subconsciously, until waist against cold surgical table, “Gu Qingcheng, face reality.”

Qin Hongyi raised hand, fingers dominantly pressing Gu Chen’s still-hot neck artery.

“Your body can’t leave me. No matter how your noble soul resists, your genes are my dog.”

“You…” Gu Chen just wanted to curse.

Buzz!!

Qin Hongyi’s pocket phone vibrated crazily again.

She frowned, pulled out phone glanced, face instantly grim.

“What?” Gu Chen keenly sensed pressure change.

This expression too familiar, back when Gu stock plummeted, he’d seen it countless times in mirror.

“Qin Mu acted.” Qin Hongyi sneered, lit phone screen for Gu Chen.

Screen dense red notifications.

[Qin Corporation Board Emergency Resolution: Immediately relieve Qin Hongyi of executive president duties.]

[Account Freeze Notice: Your personal and associated accounts supervised, prohibit fund outflow.]

[Net-wide Wanted: Qin Group statement, former president Qin Hongyi sudden severe mental illness, holding innocent girl hostage, extremely dangerous, reward ten million…]

“Old thing, moves fast, this combo smooth.” Qin Hongyi fingers hard, “Not only cut my supplies, but label me mental? Good, big pattern.”

She turned sharply, murderous toward corner weapon rack: “Ghost Hand, bring all your hidden C4. Tonight I go Qin old house, send those undying oldies to heaven, all nuke flat.”

This woman crazy truly reckless, motto if I die you don’t live well.

“Stop.”

Gu Chen’s lazy voice sounded.

He now sat on surgical table, bare feet dangling in air, toying with scalpel.

“Qin Hongyi, your brain all muscles?”

Gu Chen’s face like viewing idiot, “Qin Mu dares announce, prepared fully. You rush now, besides sieved, what else? Fireworks for Qin old house?”

Qin Hongyi paused, turned angrily: “Fart if you have.”

“Besides C4, you know else?”

Gu Chen jumped off surgical table, though legs weak swayed, but boss aura instantly max, “If I were you, wouldn’t use brute force now. That’s low-class.”

He walked to Ghost Hand’s dusty computer, disdainfully blew keyboard dust.

“Come.” Gu Chen hooked finger, tone like calling dog, “Boot up.”

Ghost Hand blank, looked at Qin Hongyi.